People often say writing is a marathon not a sprint. For me it’s more like a mission to Mars with several lost crews and failed launches behind it. But now Earth looks like a tiny blue dot in the rear-view mirror and I shall soon be activating manoeuvring thrusters.
Truth is stranger than fiction, people often say, but ironically, truth is the overriding thing readers crave in fiction. An anathema? Possibly, but it’s more true than ever in Fantasy.
It is Star Wars Day as I write this, aka the day of terrible puns, and I’m sat in my car, waiting for my son, as some teenagers get told off by the police for drinking outside our local store.
It’s coming on for April, the skies of England are once again full of sunshine, but my writing life is full of rain.
I’ve been in a holding pattern this month, waiting for Beta readers of Sky of Souls to get back to me and otherwise working on story outlines.
A belated happy 2019! Can you believe we're already halfway through January? Yikes... So, what’s been happening? Well, my cat Neo acquired a limp this month, received fighting next door’s cat. Luckily, he has made a full recovery without me having to sell a kidney to...
I have a new short (The Poison Harp) with some backstory on my sassy assassin Mist from my yet to be released epic ‘Army of Me’ (Bindcrafter Paradigm Series) coming soon, that should be ready in the new year, and has been a LOT of fun to write.
So what have I been up to this month? Well, it was my birthday! So I got quite drunk and shouted obscenities intermingled with giggles at my friends in a Brighton pub. That’s what friends are for, right? I saw a great band too, called Henge, if you like crazy, check...
And so we kiss October on the cheek and welcome in cold nights in front of the fire, well in this hemisphere at least.